I am looking for personal information about someone who has experienced the culture of Morocco.Are there writings or poems that give a "feel" of what it is like to be an American immersed in the...
I am looking for personal information about someone who has experienced the culture of Morocco.
Are there writings or poems that give a "feel" of what it is like to be an American immersed in the beauty of Marrakech?
I was fortunate enough to visit Morocco for a short period of time about 10 years ago while I was in Gibraltar. The African nation is just a short ferry ride from Gibraltar and the Spanish coast, so Tangier was my destination. Although it remains my only visit to the continent, it is an experience I will never forget.
The stifling heat reached at least 112 degrees for most of the daylight hours. My visit to the ancient city's Casbah (the old walled area) was a quick look back to the past. The immediate smell of urine never left my nostrils; apparently, not only do the many of the wild animals that roam the area use the streets indiscriminately, but the lack of modern toilets demand that many of the citizens empty their own human waste onto the sidewalks and pathways as well. Beggars surrounded me at every step; whenever I attempted to change directions, they simply circled to my front. At each visit to a shop, the proprietor used high pressure tactics to secure a sale. I soon learned the true meaning of the old phrase about the persistence of Moroccan traders.
The food was wonderful--inexpensive and satisfyingly spicy. Mint tea was abundant. Hookah bars were everywhere. Recently slaughtered animals hung from the front of markets. Street vendors offered a wide variety of foods and merchandise. Beautiful tapestries and rugs were available for a fraction of their cost in the States. And, yes, cobras magically danced to the sound of wooden flutes in the outside squares.
As for Marrackech, I never made it there, but I have included several links that may add a bit of info about that city.